Chapter 35: Home

Abigail lay basking in the afterglow of the moment she had just shared with Mark. She lay naked on his chest, his arms wrapped securely around her, and she felt like every difficult load had been lifted off of her shoulders.

They had been laying like this for a while, speaking intermittently, about everything and anything and nothing. Abigail had lost track of how long they had been laying together.

A comfortable silence had also stretched between them from time to time, a quiet lull that sometimes Abigail thought she was falling asleep in.

Then they would speak again for a bit, and Abigail wasn't entirely sure which parts of it were dreams and which parts were reality.

"Maybe," Mark told her after a period of silence. "Maybe marrying a business mogul wouldn't be such a bad thing."

Abigail felt ice pull all through her, and that serene silence was broken immediately. She wished beyond anything those words were just part of a nightmare, but she knew they were both awake.

"What?" S